Losing my humanity: a poem

I feel like I am losing my humanity.

I don't want to belong anymore.

The ones who I so much adored, 

do not acknowledge nor affirm me

the way I thought they would. 

Funny enough, I learned to expect 

the worse from the people who claim

to know me the best. But it still hurts.

I just don't wish to belong. I want to 

start all over again. I want to be a stranger

with a strange light in the darkness. I don't 

want the cloud of familiarity to cover me.

I don't need the help. I rather help the faces 

of people who I have never known, than to 

help the ones that I do.  Familiarity breeds 

the most disgusting kind of pride, and it is

not fun to be around. 

I wish I was someone's someone else.

It saves me from the additional questions,

the painful demands of being told to "fit 

back into your box"; that you cannot evolve.

Because how dare you? How dare you grow

and be better than what we saw you? How 

dare you be daring enough to dare? 

I am Whitney, and I am slowing begoing. 

I am Whitney, and I am losing my humanity.